“I’m afraid I’ll have to take a rain check,” Hank said. “The rehearsal’s not far off and after my pathetic attempt at golf”—he winced at the words—“I believe a long hot shower is in order, perhaps even a soak in the tub.” His gaze once again met Cassie’s and in that moment he knew he wasn’t the only one thinking of the hot bath they’d shared the night before.
“Fine.” Conor turned his attention to Matthew. “Then the spoils of victory shall be bestowed upon the fair groom,” he said in some indecipherable accent. Hank wasn’t quite sure what dialect he was attempting, but whatever it was he’d been butchering it since about the third hole, also known as the start of the second six pack.
“Afraid you’ll have to count me out as well,” Matthew said, gesturing toward the clubhouse. “Em and her mom are inside meeting with the caterer to go over the last-minute details. I was told my presence wasn’t required but I’m close enough to being a married man to know that’s code for I should be there anyways.”
Cassie smiled at her brother. “Looks like there’s hope for you yet.”
“Speaking of pussy-whipped men,” Conor said, his eyes darting across the parking lot. “Didn’t Cole say he’d be here in time for drinks?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t hold out much hope of that. Olivia got a text from him as we were leaving the spa, something about his call being done and the wax almost ready.” Her cheeks turned pink as she spoke, but whereas the average bystander might have thought it was from pure embarrassment, Hank suspected his sweet little vixen was blushing from her own naughty thoughts as well. Not that he could blame her really. The thought of her perfect pale skin marked with drizzles of candle wax was causing a reaction in him as well, just not one so easily seen. At least so far. A few more thoughts like those and his erection would soon be hard to miss.
“That’s great. You guys have the rehearsal, Cole and Olivia have their kinky anniversary, which leaves Conor . . .” His words trailed off as he noticed a group of young women headed to the outdoor pool. “. . . in desperate need of a swim.” A glimmer lit his eyes. It was one Hank knew all too well from his own experience.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” Hank chuckled. “Catch you later, Cassie,” he said, nodding as he turned and headed back to his rental car.
Chapter Nine
“Catch me later?” Cassie squeaked into the phone. “He actually said he would catch me later. Like we were bowling partners or something.”
“Have you ever even been bowling?” Olivia asked.
The question halted Cassie in her tracks. She’d been pacing the vestibule of the church for the last five minutes, but her friend’s tangent left her momentarily confused. “No. But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Nothing. Just thought it was an odd reference. I mean, tennis partners would have been a more obvious choice seeing as how you were at the country club.”
“Liv, focus! I swear I think Cole fried a few of your brain cells with that hot wax.”
She lowered her voice. “No, but it felt amazing on my—”
“TMI,” Cassie whisper-shouted. She glanced over her shoulder and was relieved to find the passageway behind her still empty.
Olivia laughed. “You’re the one who brought it up.”
“Let’s try to stay on topic: me, at church, waiting for the rehearsal to begin and for my handsome stranger to arrive and blow me off.”
“Except as you pointed out earlier, he’s not such a stranger after all.”
“Don’t remind me.” Cassie’s shoulders sagged. “That’s probably why he went all buddy- buddy on me. ‘Catch you later’ is the sort of thing you’d say to your friend’s kid sister as you pat her head on the way out the door.”
“It doesn’t sound like he saw you as anyone’s kid sister last night.”
She sighed. “That was before he knew.”
“Maybe he just felt like anything more than a quick goodbye would embarrass you.”
“It’s not like I expected him to take me on the hood of a car, but a kiss on the cheek, a hug maybe? Would that have been too much to ask for?”
“To be fair, you were the one who ran out on him.”
“What?”
“You were the one who snuck out of his bed, not the other way around, am I right?”
“Yes.” Cassie’s voice was small. That detail hadn’t seemed too significant compared to the rest of the night, but now that Olivia mentioned it, was it possible Hank took her departure as a blow-off? She certainly hadn’t meant it that way. And to be honest, it was rather hard to imagine a guy like Hank being too broken up over a one-night stand that didn’t end with an awkward morning. Guys didn’t learn how to “do it” like that without lots and lots of practice, and something told her it wasn’t with the same girl for very long. Didn’t guys like that prefer a clean getaway? Then again, he had looked quite frantic when he came through the door, shirt in hand and feet still bare.
“I only ‘snuck’ so as not to wake him,” Cassie offered in her defense. “And besides, my plan was to be back before he even knew I was gone.”
“Why in the world did you leave in the first place? If this guy’s half as good looking as you say he is then you should have kept your ass right where it was.”
“I just wanted to freshen up a bit in my room. My hair was sticking out all over the place and my face was doing that smooshy thing it does when it gets all creasy from the pillow and you know how I feel about brushing my teeth first thing in the morning. What if he’d wanted to kiss me?”
Olivia gasped in feigned horror. “God forbid.”
“I’m serious, Liv.”
“So am I. And I’ve got a newsflash for you. From what you’ve told me, he was going to do a lot more than kiss you.”
“Which is all the more reason to have a few private bathroom moments.”
“You’re killing me. Sometimes you just have to roll with it, you know? And how exactly were you going to explain the minty fresh breath anyways?”
“My point is,” Cassie said, ignoring her question, “I wasn’t trying to avoid him.” In fact, to say she’d been looking forward to seeing him again was the understatement of the century. Hank had occupied her thoughts from the moment she’d left him standing in the hallway of the bed and breakfast. Spending the afternoon at the spa hadn’t helped matters. In fact, it seemed to make the day drag on forever. Who knew being pampered could actually slow the passage of time? At least that’s how it had felt to her, because every time she glanced at a clock it was as though the hands had barely moved.
She’d been counting the minutes until she could slip into her dress and head to the church, but after seeing Hank in the parking lot, she had the distinct impression she was about to be moved into the “just friends” category. At least she was properly buffed and polished for the occasion of being dumped. Then again, was it technically a breakup, seeing is how they’d only spent one night together? This wild fling stuff was turning out to be a lot more complicated than she had imagined. She’d no sooner had the thought when a sinking feeling formed in the pit of Cassie’s stomach.
“Is this what having a one-night stand feels like?” she asked. “If so, I think I prefer the drought.”
“You don’t really mean that.”
No, she didn’t. Even if Hank never wanted to see her again, much less have sex with her again, Cassie would never regret the night they’d spent together. Their time together was unlike anything Cassie had ever experienced in her orderly, predictable, boring-as-hell life. It was spontaneous and reckless and more passionate than half the novels she’d read— and that was saying something considering the size of her Kindle library. And while there were countless emotions associated with the experience—most of which she probably wouldn’t fully sort out until weeks if not months later—not a one of them was regret. Truth be told, at the moment the only thing she was regretting was that it might not happen again.
“Look, try to relax and just go w
ith it,” Olivia said. “You’ve been running on fumes for months now. Hell, as long as I’ve known you you’ve been putting in sixteen-hour days, first in school, then at the firm, and now the shop. It’s time for Cassandra Miller to let her hair down and just . . . chill.”
“I wish you were going to be here tonight.”
“Me too. If for no other reason than I’m dying to see this guy. You should have taken a picture of the two of you last night.”
Cassie snorted. “That might have been a little awkward since we were naked for most of it.”
“Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
Cassie sucked in a sharp breath. “You didn’t!” Oh, who was she kidding, of course they did. “Aren’t you worried about accidentally posting them to Snapchat or something?” With Cassie’s luck she would do just that, only she’d probably end up putting the shots on Facebook so her mother and all her friends would see.
“That’s why God created Polaroids.” She could hear the smile in Olivia’s voice. “Do me a favor and thank him for me while you’re there, will ya?”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”
“Any sign of him?”
“God? Isn’t he sort of everywhere?”
“I don’t mean that God.” Even over the phone Cassie knew her friend was rolling her eyes. “I mean the sex god.”
“Not yet.” Cassie walked over to the stained-glass windows. Someone had cranked one open and through the opening she could see that more of the wedding party was arriving. “Looks like Judy’s here though,” she said, spotting her mother chatting with Mrs. Ford and the minister. She’d hardly seen her mom since arriving in Georgia, which was absolutely fine as far as Cassie was concerned. In fact, with any luck her mother-of-the groom duties would continue to occupy most of her time, allowing for a sizable buffer.
“Has she started ticking yet?”
Cassie forced a laugh. “No, but that’s only because she’s distracted. I expect it will start at the reception, probably around the time Emily tosses the bouquet. Earlier if they keep the bar open during dinner.” Her mom had more of a biological clock than Cassie did. According to her timeline, she should already have at least one grandchild on the way, something she was fond of mentioning. Often. Then again, now that Matthew was tying the knot, maybe he’d be the one subjected to clock noises. Speaking of Matthew . . .
Cassie scanned the manicured lawn in search of her brother. She found him standing on the walkway that led to the church. It was only the rehearsal, but he already looked nervous, adjusting and readjusting his tie as Emily’s father and cousins gathered around him. Judging by the smiles on their faces, they were no doubt teasing her brother by telling him it wasn’t too late to escape.
“You could always gnaw your leg out of the trap,” one of them said, loud enough to confirm her suspicions. A moment later a black SUV rolled to a stop on the gravel drive. The door swung open and Emily stepped out of the back. She was wearing a white chiffon sundress that made her look like an angel in the glow of the late afternoon sun. But it wasn’t her ethereal future sister-in-law who drew Cassie’s attention. It was the expression on her brother’s face. Because despite having looked as though he might puke not two minutes before, when Emily turned to face him all the tension in his frame eased and he smiled like he’d won the lottery, the Super Bowl, and the World Series all at once. What she wouldn’t give to have a man look at her like that.
Cassie let out a frustrated groan. “Maybe you could just crash the rehearsal anyways? I’ll tell Matthew to make you a flower girl or something.”
“Relax. My money says your handsome stranger will come looking for you the minute he gets there.”
“Might not want to wager all of it. You’re ridiculously wealthy now, remember?”
“I consider it a safe bet.” She paused then asked, “What are you wearing?”
“You sound like a phone sex operator.”
Olivia laughed. “And how many of those have you spoken to?”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet you love me anyways. Now clothes, something tight and low cut?”
“That’s what worked for you,” Cassie said, referencing the little black dress that ended up on Cole’s hotel room floor that fateful night in Vegas. “But this is barnyard casual, so no, nothing tight and low cut.”
“Barnyard casual?” Olivia laughed. “Is that a thing?”
“Beats me. All I know is Emily said to be dressy enough for church but casual enough for a hoe down.” Cassie glanced down at her outfit. “I wore that off-the-shoulder peasant top we found at that festival last year and this cool skirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx.” She gathered a handful of the fabric in her hands and swooshed it from side to side. “It will be perfect if I have a partner to spin me round and round.”
“Or to dive beneath the layers.”
“Do you ever think of anything besides sex?” But instead of a reply Cassie heard a noise in the background that sounded like leather smacking a mattress or maybe a pillow, then a deep voice said something she couldn’t quite make out.
“Umm, gotta go,” Olivia said after a sharp inhale. “Cole has another anniversary surprise.”
There was a muffled giggle follow by a low groan. For the love of—
“Call me after the dinner and let me know how it went?”
Cassie shook her head and smiled. “I think you might be a little tied up.”
“Who knows, maybe you will be too,” Olivia said before the line went dead.
Yeah, fat chance of that, Cassie thought as she tucked her phone into her purse. If Hank wasn’t interested in a simple kiss goodbye, he sure as heck wasn’t going to be thinking about tying her up. Dear Lord, did she really just go there? Cassie had always considered herself about as vanilla as they come. She would have never thought it a turn on to surrender control of any sort to a man, but there was something about Hank that made her want to do all manner of things she had never considered.
“I know that look,” a man said from the shadows of the vestibule.
Cassie froze. She knew that voice, intimately. It was the same one that had whispered roughly in her ear the night before, telling her all the naughty ways he was going to make her come, again and again.
His footsteps moved across the stone floor and every nerve in her body sprung to life.
“Do you?” she asked as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. The warmth of his body spread through her, melting her against his hard frame in a wave of overwhelming relief. Clearly, she’d read him wrong earlier when she’d feared he wanted to just be friends.
“Mmmm,” he hummed into her hair. “It’s the look of a woman in the mood for sex. Filthy, dirty, depraved sex if I’m not mistaken.”
She giggled as his breath tickled her neck. “You could tell all that from one look?”
“Most definitely. But don’t be embarrassed, luv. I’ve been fantasizing about the exact same thing.”
“You’re playing.”
“Bollocks. I couldn’t stop thinking of you all day. In fact, it took all of my self-control not to come looking for you at the shop.” Hank leaned closer so his lips were at her ear and whispered, “I haven’t been able to get an image out of my head—you wearing nothing but that frilly red apron, bent over the counter . . .”
Cassie’s mouth popped open in surprise. “We’re in church!” She did her best to act outraged, but the ridiculous smile on her face said otherwise. And there was no denying the excitement that pulsed between her legs as she reveled in his imagery.
“Hmm. It seemed as though you were crying out to God quite often last night.”
He was incorrigible and impossible and unbelievably sexy. She knew she shouldn’t encourage him, but she couldn’t help herself. “Might be in need of a few more prayers,” she said in a soft voice that hardly sounded like her own. “You know, for repentance.”
Hank growled as his teeth nipped her ear, but before he could repl
y, Matthew appeared. “Cool it you two. This whole thing is freaking me out.” He shivered and shook like he had a bad case of the heebie-jeebies. “At this rate I won’t even be able to get it up on my wedding night.”
“Oh no, don’t blame your inadequacies on us.” Hank chuckled. He stepped back, allowing Cassie a chance to drink in the total package. He was wearing gray pants and loafers paired with a black shirt that made him look every bit the handsome devil she knew he was. “And besides,” he said, “I was merely explaining to your sister how thoughts of her delectables had me preoccupied all day.”
Her brother began to sputter and cough.
Hank clapped his hand over Matthew’s shoulder and laughed in that way one friend does when he knows he’s pulled something over on the other. “Relax mate, I was only talking about baked goods and how thoughts of what she might be whipping up in that apron today had me so distracted.”
Matthew shot him a look. “Is that why your golf game was total shit?” he deadpanned.
“Touché,” Hank said, then he turned and winked at Cassie. “I’d love to blame you for my abysmal performance on the golf course today, but I’m afraid that’s all on me. Although I’d like to see how much money Mr. Plaid Pants would lose on the polo field.”
The door behind them creaked open and Emily walked into the church. She was holding a bouquet fashioned from various pastel bows that had been arranged on a paper plate.
“What the devil is that?” Hank asked.
“Her rehearsal bouquet,” Matthew said. The same dopey look that he’d sported outside made a return.
“It’s a tradition we have here,” Cassie explained to a confused looking Hank. “The maid of honor makes it with the bows from the gifts at her bridal shower.”
“Sounds a bit absurd if you ask me.”
“You’ll learn when your day comes,” Matthew said. “Best to just go with it. The less questions asked the better.”
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